Dennis must lead a charmed life. There were tools spread out on the driveway and the Cub Cadet tractor was the center of attention. There were brushes that needed replacing in the generator right along with some wires that were bare that needed attention. The charmed portion of this picture is that he can’t lift a tool without fellows who have nothing to do but come out of the woodwork and gawk. Dennis handles it well. Me . . . not so much. I detest having people watch me work with their hands in their pockets. As a matter of fact, the neighbor right to the south of us knows that first hand as I have told him and his son, ” I would appreciate it if you would come over some other time when I can take the time to visit. Right now I need some alone time.” It took them back a bit but I have never had to repeat this when I am hauling butt on a project.
Dennis had finished putting tools away when the skies turned black and the thunder rolled. Dennis drove the Cadet into the garage on the east edge of the acre. Did you get that? The work that needed to be done on the tractor was a success. He drove it into the garage. The rain came down in torrents for a bit.
The day is closing down with full sunshine. It would be great if this thunder storm cut through the streak of high humidity for the weekend.